Which Nuclear Family Do I Belong To?

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You know, even after all this time, I still sometimes find myself feeling like the kid from my original family—the one I was born into, where I was the little sister and the daughter. Recently, I felt that familiar pull back to my roots. With my kids off at camp and my partner on a business trip, I had dinner with my dad and brother. It was just the three of us from the original four, and it felt oddly comforting. We reminisced about family vacations, my late mom’s less-than-stellar weeknight dinners, and the long life of our beloved family dog.

This isn’t the first time I’ve felt that tug. I remember calling my mom from a hotel payphone on my honeymoon, chatting about wedding details while she insisted I enjoy my time with my new husband. I was having a blast, but that easy connection pulled me back.

Fast forward a few years to the night my son was born; I was filling out hospital forms and accidentally wrote my mom’s name under “mother’s name.” The nurse gently corrected me, “Sweetheart, you’re the mother now.” Oh right, got it—sort of.

Just months later, I was sitting by my mom’s bedside as she lost her battle with cancer. She told me to go home and be with my husband and son—my own family—and to take good care of them. It seemed she understood my new role better than I did.

Maybe the gentle encouragement from my original family to embrace my adulthood made me want to cling back to the past. I’ve heard that some people run from their families when they feel that pressure. My mom believed in giving us roots and wings. I had the roots but definitely needed bigger wings.

As time has passed, I think those wings have grown. Despite what Peter Pan may have taught me in childhood, I have indeed grown up. Sure, I still call my dad for advice on tires and insurance, and I often consult my aunt (my mom’s sister) from a dressing room before buying a new outfit. But I am finally comfortable in my role as a wife and mother in my own little family. It took me a while!

Now, my husband and kids and I have our own family jokes, travel stories, and favorite meals (still no family dog despite my daughter’s constant begging). We are a complete and, dare I say, happy family unit—just the four of us. They’re my daily blessings, cliché as it may sound.

Whenever I get a chance to spend time with my original family, I seize it. I’ve come to realize it’s perfectly fine to cherish both my past and the moments I share with my own family now. That’s what adulthood is all about—embracing it all, along with those progressive bifocals!

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Summary

The author reflects on the pull between their original family and their own growing family, highlighting moments of nostalgia and the journey to embracing adulthood. They share personal anecdotes about family dynamics while also acknowledging the importance of both past and present family connections.